Archive for the ‘The Last People’ Category

Working Class

February 14, 2012

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Woman outside a temple in Jaipur.

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Rickshaw puller in Jaipur.

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Clock Tower, Jodhpur.

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A beggar outside a church in Salem, Tamil Nadu.

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A chai wala on the streets in Jaipur.

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Jaipur.

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Man carrying stuff on head, Jodhpur.

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Street side dwellers. Jaipur.

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Railway platform, Rajasthan.

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Delhi.

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Bombay.

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Aurangabad.

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Bombay.

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McleodGanj, Dharamsala.

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Asansol.

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Clock tower, Jodhpur.

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Rag pickers.

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Sarojini Nagar Market, Delhi.

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Sewing machines in Bareilly.

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Long sweater. Jaipur.

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Unsettled Man

December 24, 2011

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Man with a hatchet, chasing nobody. Photographed in Bareilly, U.P.

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Eating off a waste pile. Talking to self. Photographed in Asansol.

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Eating off the platform. Talking to self. Photographed at VT station, Bombay.

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Staring at nothing. Talking to self. Photographed in Yercaud, Salem.

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“When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”
-Mark Twain

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Merry Christmas everybody!

Yohji’s Man

November 3, 2011

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“People think I’m mad…you know..little off..but I’m not. I’m just old. I don’t disturb anyone. Tired. But not mad. I’m easily ignored. If I stand too long in front of a shop, I’m asked to leave -shooed away like a stray cow. Road is home. There are plenty of places to sleep-next to a shop, or under a tree, or just on the sidewalk. I grew up in this city but can’t remember the exact area. It’s been too many years. Sometimes people give me food. Sometimes I go to the vegetable market or sit outside hotels and get leftovers. Food does not worry me..I can find it anywhere.”

Where is your family?
There is no one. Don’t know where everybody went…

What things do you usually think about?
Everything. This place. I come here everyday. It was empty 10 years ago. It is still empty…

What are you going to do next?
I’ll rest here.

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Photographed in Burnpur, West Bengal.

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“I exist here, now. I’m not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exaggerate a little, I have no faith that I will still exist tomorrow or the day after. What is more, I absolutely detest retrospection. That dislike is balanced only by my desire to make my way back home as quickly as possible.”
-Yohji Yamamoto

Twain’s Drifter & Missoni’s Girls

March 23, 2011

There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought –a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.
– Mark Twain

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Laitumkhrah street fashion shillong

A drifter in Laitumkhrah, Shillong; and models in Missoni’s Spring/Summer 2011 -via contessanally.

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A summer wardrobe that pays tribute to contemporary art and celebrates world’s different cultures…
Missoni‘s SS2011 press release.

I’m the street.

February 19, 2011

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Wandering. Wondering. Forgetting. Lost. I’m the transition. Paused. Gripped with desolation. Being watched. Watching. I’m the dream. The scooters laughed. The cars coughed. Like a song on repeat. Hearing, but not listening. In chorus the cacophonies seemed to say Have A Nice Day. Buzzing. Changing. Adapting. Staring…into the future..an abyss. I’m the street.

Man photographed in Shillong.

A free man

March 30, 2010